The senior doctor gave a very professional analysis, concluding that Shang Yanting's blindness was caused by a cultivation deviation that led to a disorder in his spiritual energy, which in turn compressed a certain nerve.
In addition, he is somewhat malnourished.
The old doctor prescribed him some tonics.
"Can my vision be restored?"
Jia Xitong still cares about this quite a bit.
"Fortunately, you sought medical attention early, so your chances of recovery are still very high."
The old doctor nodded. "This requires the young man to regulate his spiritual energy himself. If he can restore the disordered spiritual energy within a month, and with the help of medicine to clear his mind and improve his eyesight, there shouldn't be any major problems."
"Thanks!"
As expected of a century-old brand, Jia Xitong felt a little relieved.
She took out a fifty-tael silver note from the talisman.
After leaving the pharmacy, she checked into an inn in the same "way".
The inn was bustling with people, and Jia Xitong learned from their fragmented conversations that the Shang Mou family had been wiped out overnight. The robe Shang Yanting wore, originally a bluish-gray disciple's uniform, had been stained black with blood.
As she walked along, she still thought it was the original color.
Surprisingly, no one noticed the strong smell of blood, which caused the old doctor to close the door as soon as he smelled it, kept the other customers in the inn away, and even the robbers outside avoided it.
All the merchants were dead, and Shang Yanting was covered in blood.
Considering his greatly diminished strength and blindness, then... "Dear host, did you kill the Shang family?"
"yes."
It's not surprising that the good/evil value decreases then.
That system is really something else, it's quite the saint.
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